pizz? & mathe-antics

i’m still debating with myself whether Pizzicato was a ‘mundane’ event or ’something of interest’, hence the confused categorization.

well, at least it was better than last year’s, overall, because of cool spooky piece and cool harp solo, and, need i mention we were sold out? still, if we couldnt sell hm, less than 150 tickets (the ks chee theatre is seriously tiny), we must not have made any effort at all to advertise. i myself only advertised to people outside of rgs, seeing as if rgs students were interested enough in the school concert scene, they would know about it, and hence approach strings members to get tickets. truthfully, i don’t really think my mode of advertising was set to impress- i practically said the same thing to everyone i asked. “want to come for strings concert? it’s $8, at RGS. i can’t guarantee a good time though.” yeah, the last sentence was totally geared to induce ‘omg yeah i want to go’ feelings.

but hey, i got 5 people to come(: namely my sister, mum, jono, tim, and julian. friends who saw me talking to the latter three gave me strange looks, cornered me between songs, and demanded who “those guys” were. i suspect “those guys” were the only guys not from RI/RJC there- snaps for sydney! there was this awkward bit where the principal walked past us during intermission, said her usual “hello, sydney” (does every frickin teacher know my name?!), and gave tim and jono this expressionless sort of face. then she was like “welcome to rgs” or something. can’t really remember.

our encore was really pathetic though- it was the school song. at least julian got the encore he asked for, stupid git. his hair is really weird now, and it sticks up more than ever before. he should grow it long and be like a prep with curly hair (he does have curly hair, doesn’t he?). but i think bad haircuts are catching, he probably got the bad haircut bug from jono. oh oh but julian’s really sweet (or.. he has some hidden agenda that i don’t yet know about), he always offers to carry my stuff for me. supposedly gallantry, but it’s hard to concile gallantry with julian’s secret 60-year-old pervert uncle persona floating ever so near the surface.

on another subject, my sort-of prolonged hiatus from msn and wordpress was due to the internet being non-existent, as parents forgot to pay the bill once again, and suffered through countless reminders from me before finally paying up. hooray(:

the other day, during math lesson, me and samantha were so bored that we took a pringles plastic lid and wrote “I *heart* LBT- from your secret admirer” (mr lim boon tat, math teacher) on it, like the “I *heart* NY” sort of thing. then we stuck it inside an official looking manila envelope and asked charisse to pass it to him during her remedial session, and pretend she found it on the floor. i think we were honestly bored to death because we even stepped on it to give “authenticity”.

according to charisse, he went into the staffroom to take a look at it, came out, and said, “quite serious lah, must tell doreen tan”. damn it because doreen tan is the head of year, but we don’t even know if he was being serious or not. poor boontat puts up with a lot of shit from 312, actually. like today, me and sam were reading Gayle’s 2004 issue of Female, and every time he came around to the back we would sit on it and pretend to be moaning over the worksheet. finally, he was like “eh, can y’all make an effort, please.. if not i call your parents.” me and sam: *snigger* omg telltale! so he rolls his eyes, says, “doreen tan sits opposite me, you know!” me: “errr is that supposed to afford you some sort of celebrity status or what?” sam: “yeah, why would we need to know that?” boon tat: “can you two at least look threatened?!”

We don’t actually hate him that much, really. It’s just sort of fun to tease him, yet I know it’s highly juvenile and we really shouldn’t be so rude. especially since i’m actually trying to make an effort in math class (from a 2/60 score i went up to a 14/45. not a huge improvement, but, damn, when we got back the paper, for some reason i could do the simultaneous equation question that i couldn’t do during the actual exam. and it was worth a bloody six marks).

on the other hand: hey, he chose this career path. it comes with consequences. gosh i sound like kester, only with more details, less curse words, and a lower concentration of true animosity.

now i shall complete the exposition i’m meant to be writing- ta!

~ by sydney on July 18, 2007.